The Distant Threshold

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The jar sits on the mantelpiece, its glass clouded with a century of condensation, holding within it a sediment of grey-brown sludge that smells faintly of iron and wet earth. You know the taste of it, though you have not tasted it in years. It is the taste of compliance. It is the taste of the house itself, a structure that breathes through the walls and exhales through your lungs. Your...

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